Post by xxchasexx on Jul 25, 2010 23:44:33 GMT 1
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What can be found in a name:
Evan Rane Garney
When the day I was born:
DOB 13/11/1959
The Angels screamed:
Crystal Garney-mother-deceased
Clark Garney-father-terminally ill
Lucille Garney-sister-healthy
Bran Garney-brother-healthy
And Hell shut its doors:
Kendrick, Austral Pygmy Owl
While creatures retreated:
Pureblood
To depths unknown:
Griffindor
I hide from them:
Three Broomsticks, Honeydukes, Gryffindor Tower, the Lake
Be who they want to see:
Evan has dark blue eyes and dirty-blonde hair. He is well-built. His height reaches approximately 6.3". He has a small piercing on his eyebrow and has both ears pierced, and stretched. He has no tattoos, although he plans on getting one as soon as he has finished school.
But that leaves no one:
To discover that inside:
Evan Rane Garney is gentle, yet fierce. He enjoys the company of all, but when someone crosses the line, he'll bring it to their notice. He absolutely hates Dark Wizards, Dark Arts, and the like. He openly despises Voldemort for what he did to his family.
Evan isn't a nerd, yet more often than not, you will find him in the library studying. He beleives one day he will come in contact with the Dark Lord, and he wants to be ready. He spends any free time pouring over spell books, books of hexes and jinks, and curses. He wants to prove himself worthy to his ill father. Prove himself worthy to the entire wizarding world.
Evan doesn't openly dislike the Slytherin house, but he beleives their stands are wrong. He beleives anyone with magical abilities should learn to weild them, even if they aren't from pureblood families.
Evan loves magic. He has ever since he was a small child. Every year his parents took Bran to Daigon Alley for school supplies, he insisted on being taken to Ollivander's Wand Shop to browse. He knows every spell in his school textbooks and is already learning more advanced ones.
This soulless being:
Magic
Quidditch
Butterbeer
Girls
Books
Is just as lost:
Voldemort
Dark Wizards
Slytherin
Technology
The Daily Prophet
As everyone else:
Transfiguration
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Charms
Quidditch
Apparition
In a world that knows only hate:
History of Magic
Herbology
Care of Magical Creatures
Pressure
Defense Charms
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
Hates his siblings very much.
Wishes he were a Prefect.
They left me to die:
Pianna Dillots-aunt-healthy
Marcuss Dillots-uncle-healthy
Veronica Pierce-grandmother-deceased
Timothy Pierce-grandfather-terminally ill
On a bed of roses:
Marianne Flanks-aunt-healthy
Franklin Flanks-uncle-deceased
Suzanne Flanks-cousin-deceased
Bert Garney-uncle-healthy
Blood seeping through:
His father's side was once associated with the Dark Lord, and his aunt and uncle Dilliots are still well-known Death Eaters.
The satin sheets of fame:
Rich
What a bitter story of love:
Evan Rane Garney was born the 13Th of November, 1959 to Crystal and Clark Garney. He soon discovered he had an older brother with the name of Bran Garney, and had a sister on the way.
The Garney's lived in a large manor, accompanied with three house elves (one for his parents and the other two for he and Bran) in London. The house had nine bedrooms and five bathrooms. Each bedroom was acquitted with a spacious walk-in closet, and each bath with a four-foot-deep tub.
His sister was born aproximately a year after he. Evan came up with the name Lucille. She showed magical abilities almost immediately. She was only two months old, and levitating right off the ground. Yet Evan still did not.
Four years passed, and Evan's parents began to worry. He had yet to show any sign of magical talent. But it would be impossible for him to be a mere Squib. Everyone in his family were witches or wizards. He was as pure as anyone could dream to be.
Then, finally, at age eight, it happened. His mother had taken his pack of Exploding Snaps, saying they were too noisy and gave her a headache every time they went off. When Evan discovered this, he had thrown a tantrum that resulted in a nearby vase catching fire. He got the cards back and was registered for Hogwarts immediately.
Bran turned eleven, and Evan found himself standing at King's Cross right along with his parents and sister waving him off. Secretly, he was boiling with jealousy. He couldn't wait untill he was of age and would be able to leave the manor. He was tired of always being ignored for Lucille or Bran.
Bran returned at summer, bursting with excitement. He told Evan all about Hogwarts. The fascinating classes, the extroardinary teachers, the interesting passages. Evan longed to go. To leave his dreadful parents and sister behind, and be inside the walls of the enchanted school.
Bran returned to Hogwarts the following year. Once again, Evan found himself standing at King's Cross feeling murderous. He silently wished his parents would dissapear. He wished to be alone.
He got his wish.
When Evan and his family returned home, wizards were waiting for them. They attacked his parent's, declaring treachery. Flashed of green light rebounded all over the house as his parents fought for their lives.
Evan and Lucille ran. They went through the secret passage hidden deep in the kitchens. They his there untill they could no longer hear the sound of battle. When they emerged, Evan had known something was amiss.
He had spotted his mother's body yards away from the kitchen entrance, and saw his father laying not far from her. The ministry had come, and took both. His aunt and uncle Flanks had come and retreived them, taking them to their home.
Bran returned that summer, devestated at the sudden return of events. Evan received a letter by owl, informing him he would be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that school year. He hadn't cared. All the excitement had ebbed away from him.
He soon learned the reason for the attack. His family had been associated with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. A couple of them still were. The Death Eaters had attacked his parents because they had left the Dark Lord's side when he fell.
Evan went to school, and it was as great as Bran had described it. Everything about it was fascinating. Inside the school walls, he learned every spell he could. Every curse, every hex. Everything. He was certain that one day he would meet the Dark Lord. And someday he would have his revenge.
BOOM! BOOM! The green light was still flying everywhere. He crouched down low, dodging an astray beam. He didn't know what this was, but it striked him as dangerous.
He averted his eyes to his parents. They were standing in front of him, wands out. They were outnumbered, about ten to two, but they were putting up a hell of a fight.
It happened quickly. A jet of scarlet light flew from one of the attacker's wands, and hit his mother. Her wand flew from her hand, rolling out of her reach. Another green light flew from someone else, and hit her head-on. She stood there for a moment, dazed, before dropping to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
He heard a scream. Probably his own. He payed attention to the battle no longer, his eyes fixed on his mother's corpse. His father fell beside her, wheezing.
The attackers then turned on him. They raised their wands simultaneously, pointing them all directly at him. A rushing sound filled his ears, as he too dropped to the floor...
- - -
Evan sat up in bead, beads of sweat dripping onto the bedsheets. He glanced around the room. Everyone was sleeping soundly. Everyone but him.
He slipped off his bed, pulling on his tennis-shoes. He grabbed his wand, and rushed out. He pushed the portrait aside, and stepped out of the common room.
Lumos! Light poured out of his wand, allowing him to walk down the stairs without tripping over his feet. He quickly put it out as he approached the main hall. He didn't want to be seen by the patrolling professors.
Evan pushed open the doors and strolled out of the castle. He jogged over to the lake, peering into the murky water. He was careful not to step too near to the edge. He could only imagined what lived in the ominous water.
He thought of his dream. He had no idea how his mother actually died, but he was sure that was pretty close to it. The Killing Curse. Who knew, she was probably tortured as well.
He was still thinking of this as the sun slowly rose, covering the grounds in golden light.
He averted his eyes to his parents. They were standing in front of him, wands out. They were outnumbered, about ten to two, but they were putting up a hell of a fight.
It happened quickly. A jet of scarlet light flew from one of the attacker's wands, and hit his mother. Her wand flew from her hand, rolling out of her reach. Another green light flew from someone else, and hit her head-on. She stood there for a moment, dazed, before dropping to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
He heard a scream. Probably his own. He payed attention to the battle no longer, his eyes fixed on his mother's corpse. His father fell beside her, wheezing.
The attackers then turned on him. They raised their wands simultaneously, pointing them all directly at him. A rushing sound filled his ears, as he too dropped to the floor...
- - -
Evan sat up in bead, beads of sweat dripping onto the bedsheets. He glanced around the room. Everyone was sleeping soundly. Everyone but him.
He slipped off his bed, pulling on his tennis-shoes. He grabbed his wand, and rushed out. He pushed the portrait aside, and stepped out of the common room.
Lumos! Light poured out of his wand, allowing him to walk down the stairs without tripping over his feet. He quickly put it out as he approached the main hall. He didn't want to be seen by the patrolling professors.
Evan pushed open the doors and strolled out of the castle. He jogged over to the lake, peering into the murky water. He was careful not to step too near to the edge. He could only imagined what lived in the ominous water.
He thought of his dream. He had no idea how his mother actually died, but he was sure that was pretty close to it. The Killing Curse. Who knew, she was probably tortured as well.
He was still thinking of this as the sun slowly rose, covering the grounds in golden light.
